How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!

Well, my paper has asked me to do a series: Lives of the Great Musicians, reading time 2 minutes.

Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

It came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to London - that it has always been , in spirit, a stretch of countryside; and that it links the Londons of all periods together most magically - by remaining forever unchanged at the heart of a ever-changing town.

The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

Though he had very little Latin beyond "Cave canem," he had, as a young dog, devoured Shakespeare (in a tasty leather binding).